Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 39: A Winner

Anne’s gaze remained on the door, but the person who entered wasn’t the person she was expecting.

Her eyes flickered, and a slight hint of disappointment showed in them. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

So it wasn’t him after all.

Butler Jones stood respectfully at the entrance. Seeing the hint of disappointment in the young woman’s eyes, he knew exactly who she’d been expecting.

"Miss Thompson, Master is currently caught up. He instructed me to tell you that you can either choose to wait for him or you may leave and return next—"

"I’ll wait!"

Anne had replied too quickly; in turn, her face turned a deep red when the butler revealed a surprised expression at her quick answer.

What would the butler think of her for replying so quickly?

Anne felt like turning back time and answering calmly instead, but she had already blurted out the words so hastily.

She had an agenda tonight, and she wouldn’t choose to leave without confirming if her suspicions were right.

She knew the ideas in her head were silly and almost impossible. Andrew Sterling couldn’t possibly pay a woman to give him a child, but before dismissing the idea, she wanted to at least be sure first.

Anne quickly made to rectify her mistake of speaking too quickly, as a strange silence had suddenly descended upon the room. "I mean... I have nothing going on today, and it wouldn’t be troublesome for me to wait."

Butler Jones seemed to be holding back a small smile as he replied, "Of course, I understand what you mean. I’ll inform Master that you’ll be waiting for him. For the time being, I’ll prepare a fresh set of clothes for you."

"Thank you, Butler Jones." Anne thanked him, looking down at herself, realizing how the large bathrobe seemed to swallow her whole. The person who owned it was certainly much larger than her.

Butler Jones nodded and left her alone in the room. Outside the closed door, he lingered for a short while, staring at the closed door with a complicated expression before the look slowly dissipated away as a smile replaced that expression.

When this young lady had called for the first time, accepting to be a surrogate for the Master, Butler Jones had had a good feeling about her. Especially the first time he’d set eyes on her.

Something about her set her apart from the ones that came before her. Though she wasn’t too forward or too talkative, she had really expressive eyes that usually displayed her thoughts, making it easy for one to read her like an open book—and her thoughts were nothing but pure.

The young woman was adorable in a quiet way, even though she mostly displayed the expression of someone whose life experiences had forced them to mentally grow past their age.

She was a refreshing change around the Master.

"Is that why he acts differently towards you?" Butler Jones spoke to the door as if the person within the room could hear him.

The Master’s third contracted woman was surely very interesting.

What Anne didn’t know was that minutes ago, even before Butler Jones had come to the room, someone had been there standing right outside the door too, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

’What exactly do you want from me?’

’One second you tell me not to show my face to you and the next you’re telling me I have no right to walk out on you.’

The moment Andrew had remembered the words she’d said to him a few hours ago, he stopped right at the moment he’d been about to push that door open.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

His heart was beating in his chest. No, it was racing.

What made it even more abnormal was the fact that long hours of intense workout weren’t capable of getting his heart racing that fast, but this...

Him standing right outside the door of the master bedroom, knowing full well that she was inside—this strange feeling was surging inside of him, causing his heart to feel like it would break right out of his chest.

He gritted his teeth and retracted his hand, which was about to open the door.

It was this same feeling that had caused him to feel unbelievably annoyed that moment he’d seen her at the company and she turned and ran away.

It was the same rapid heartbeat which had started once he set his eyes on her, but when she ran away from him, it had turned to anger because the truth was...

Though he’d told her to stay away from him, though he’d told her never to be in the same space he existed, not to breathe the same air he breathed, the reality was he wanted her to be near him.

He wanted it so much it was too much to control; it was too powerful to ignore.

No matter how much he thought he’d gotten his control back, as long as she was in front of him, as long as she was in the same space as him, the torture would start again—that blasted feeling of want and desire.

Heck, she lived in his head day and night; he couldn’t get her out. Even without seeing her, memories of moments that should be long forgotten would keep resurfacing.

He could escape for some time by burying himself in work, but once his heart remembered the thought of her, he would constantly keep seeing her and her alone in his head over and over again.

The feeling made his firm control feel like it was slowly slipping out of his grasp, and that was what had caused his rage, which made him tell her to stay away from him—but once she did exactly that, he suddenly became restless and annoyed by it, so much so he’d found himself going to the public relations department where he knew she would be, just to be in the same space as her.

He’d even gone as far as sending away his secretary and making her follow him to his office.

Andrew ran his hand through his hair, chastising himself inwardly.

He kept asking himself what was so special about her. But his heart knew what was so damn special about her—that’s why he remembered exactly what she smelled like, what she tasted like, and how it felt to hold her.

These became a desire, an unbearably painful longing he couldn’t escape.

If he walked into this room right now and allowed himself to touch her again, would he be able to escape the unbearable longing that would wrap itself around him like a chain once again?

He usually understood women’s every tactic, their disgusting schemes to trap a man, but this he clearly couldn’t figure out.

She was something new, something different in his world.

Whatever the hell she had done to him might as well be a spell, because he was uncontrollably enraptured.

Turning decisively on his heels, Andrew marched away from the room as if it contained a plague.

When he returned to his study, he slowly paced back and forth thoughtfully.

No, he wasn’t losing the battle.

A woman would not entrap him.

Distance.

All he needed was distance, and once he distanced himself from her, the memories plaguing his mind would naturally vanish, and her presence would no longer mess with his rationality.

Even a habitual winner could encounter setbacks at certain points of life.

He was a fucking winner, and he would, without a doubt, get this damn woman out of his head and out of his mind.

His stern control would never waver ever again—not by her... and most definitely not by another woman alive!